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maskormenacelogs2014-04-02 04:48 pm
alofts) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-04-02 04:48 pm
( OPEN ) He goeth down I yelleth timber
WHO: LEVI and YOU
WHERE: Heropa downtown area.
WHEN: 4/02
WHAT: Acclimatizing Levi to city life is like trying to baptize a cat.
WARNINGS: Levi has no filter.
[ A. ]
[ They told him that he could fly but his feet had been firmly on the ground since then. It wasn't as if he didn't believe them; he didn't believe people could turn into Titans, or that a machine would tear him away from the confinement of the Walls until exactly those things happened. All things considered, his tolerance for the strange and previously considered impossible was higher than what first impressions would tell you. Still he never tested these wings, real or imagined, even if he had some shady government and a manilla folder telling him he could.
It was painfully obvious how his foot showed signs of pronation, or how he favored his right leg while standing in line at a downtown cafe. Measures had been taken not to aggravate his injury, and by 'measures' it was all just approaching everything with commonsense in mind. That spelled for Levi one too many boring afternoons with him meandering around.
Panicking was not really his style and there had been no way in hell Levi was going to wait out the rest of his life in an apartment he didn't like. He chose instead to concern himself with more practical pursuits: Trying to find this mystery roommate he apparently had, or finding a place that served black tea without cleaning him out because most places were as big as their prices. So far, he only managed to solve the latter issue.
At a table that hugged a back corner, Levi kept pawing at the paper tag that hung out from the plastic lid of his ('venti not grande because grande was medium, what the hell') drink. They steeped their teas in water that was too hot in mugs that were too thin to hold, so Levi had to busy himself. Whether it was jumping every time a car sped on by the window he was closest to, or shunning any local attention with words that could be freeze lava and cause nuns to faint, Levi was left to his own lonesome devices waiting out for his tea to cool. ]
[ B. ] closed to kate kane.
[ Directionless in a world he didn't understand where every sensation was new and more often than not upsetting. This record store, for example. He had no idea what it was or how exactly he even wandered in here, only that music was blasting out through its doors and out into the square without an obvious source. Levi still had no idea where that racket was coming from, but he learned quickly that if he at least looked like he knew what he was doing than clerks wouldn't bother him.
Over a standee of a man with black face paint screaming in silent, bloody murder that scared the shit out of him when he first saw it in his peripheral vision, Levi swore he saw a shock of red hair against too pale skin. Having not met many people here, he knew the list was short. Levi picked up a random CD and walked over to Kate, careful to mask his limp because he didn't like questions as much as he didn't like asking them. Only this time he had several questions, and Kate was someone he could trust to answer them. At first he didn't say anything, but instead hovered nearby, looking pitifully lost under that permanent scowl while holding a square bit of plastic that cost ten dollars for some reason. ]
WHERE: Heropa downtown area.
WHEN: 4/02
WHAT: Acclimatizing Levi to city life is like trying to baptize a cat.
WARNINGS: Levi has no filter.
[ A. ]
[ They told him that he could fly but his feet had been firmly on the ground since then. It wasn't as if he didn't believe them; he didn't believe people could turn into Titans, or that a machine would tear him away from the confinement of the Walls until exactly those things happened. All things considered, his tolerance for the strange and previously considered impossible was higher than what first impressions would tell you. Still he never tested these wings, real or imagined, even if he had some shady government and a manilla folder telling him he could.
It was painfully obvious how his foot showed signs of pronation, or how he favored his right leg while standing in line at a downtown cafe. Measures had been taken not to aggravate his injury, and by 'measures' it was all just approaching everything with commonsense in mind. That spelled for Levi one too many boring afternoons with him meandering around.
Panicking was not really his style and there had been no way in hell Levi was going to wait out the rest of his life in an apartment he didn't like. He chose instead to concern himself with more practical pursuits: Trying to find this mystery roommate he apparently had, or finding a place that served black tea without cleaning him out because most places were as big as their prices. So far, he only managed to solve the latter issue.
At a table that hugged a back corner, Levi kept pawing at the paper tag that hung out from the plastic lid of his ('venti not grande because grande was medium, what the hell') drink. They steeped their teas in water that was too hot in mugs that were too thin to hold, so Levi had to busy himself. Whether it was jumping every time a car sped on by the window he was closest to, or shunning any local attention with words that could be freeze lava and cause nuns to faint, Levi was left to his own lonesome devices waiting out for his tea to cool. ]
[ B. ] closed to kate kane.
[ Directionless in a world he didn't understand where every sensation was new and more often than not upsetting. This record store, for example. He had no idea what it was or how exactly he even wandered in here, only that music was blasting out through its doors and out into the square without an obvious source. Levi still had no idea where that racket was coming from, but he learned quickly that if he at least looked like he knew what he was doing than clerks wouldn't bother him.
Over a standee of a man with black face paint screaming in silent, bloody murder that scared the shit out of him when he first saw it in his peripheral vision, Levi swore he saw a shock of red hair against too pale skin. Having not met many people here, he knew the list was short. Levi picked up a random CD and walked over to Kate, careful to mask his limp because he didn't like questions as much as he didn't like asking them. Only this time he had several questions, and Kate was someone he could trust to answer them. At first he didn't say anything, but instead hovered nearby, looking pitifully lost under that permanent scowl while holding a square bit of plastic that cost ten dollars for some reason. ]
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